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7 days ago
Current It's the spooky day!
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8 days ago
You feeling ok, slime? What's up?
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9 days ago
Shaved Gendo Ikari isn't real, he can't hurt you.
13 days ago
*swigs the open Gatorade in the fridge* Oh, someone spiked this.
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13 days ago
Somebody, design a neuralink that will write my posts for me as I vibe on them.
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It's me, that dood, Citrus Arms. I'm 33, I sometimes work on a book a little bit, and I play a lot of games. I like me some MechWarrior or the X-Frontier series, but I also adore some good magic-fantasy. I grew up with Final Fantasy VI's magitech world, and worlds like Chrono Trigger, Zelda, and Star Fox. Lots of Nintendo, but some other stuff, too.

I like sci-fi and fantasy and space and combinations thereof, mostly. I have a setting take takes place after a galactic apocalypse, in a galaxy of recovering empires and new interstellar nations rising from the ashes, all while machinations from the apocalypse cause a rise in magic.

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That's... interesting. And could go very right or very wrong.
Depends, really. Method makes a world of difference.
@Lunarlors34 Because existing is not a nebulous ordeal. As physical entities, they must exist somewhere specific. Not a silly question. Just because no one knows where they are doesn't mean they're nowhere.

Karn is too pretty. :/
@Cherrywitch
Everywhere and anywhere while also being nowhere all at the same time.


Unhelpful. *bops*

I think he means for you to do that, yes.
Yaaay I posted. Finally. Jesus.
Private Durandal

Had her senses been dulled from all the gunfire? Had she let her guard down, letting an attacker sneak up on her? Or, perhaps, it was not something she could have perceived, after all? Whatever the reason, Regan found herself face-first in the dirt, pain radiating in her body. Her eyes rested on the armor protecting her wrist and forearm, and she felt thankful. But... what was she doing again? She was fighting... right. Recks and Houzer and Ladmour had reported in from scouting the last location for Imperial ambush. They were on their way back to base, and they hit a mine that hadn't been there before. Humiliating... they had been ambushed, when they specifically were looking for ambushes. All but herself had perished... Another squad picked her up, and here she was. She wasn't ready to die here.

"Nng..." Sword... check. Gun... check. Hokay. Time to get up She took a breath, carefully, and began to push her hand into the ground, rolling herself enough to one side to bring up a knee. She paused, catching her breath before she repeated with her other hand and leg, and then she pushed herself upright. "Aahg. Gah." Little more. With effort, she swung her mortar lance around and used it to push herself to her feet. She could hear Jatmoore... She followed the voice, pushing herself to relative safety where she would collapse. "Nnn..." She coughed a few times, ending with a bit of blood. "Ooh... that's... not good."
That's okay. In other news, Caits, you have so many dragons.

I suppose that does give Trinity a nice ace up her sleeve, huh?
Buuurth, Mayt missed all the Energy Make.
She'll probably play more than one, after she goes to all the trouble of summoning instruments, but that'll be in there.
Ah yes. No, not quite right on that one. Close enough, I guess.

I gotta go find a song for Trinity to play at the ball. Ooh, I think I know...

Start with Swing de Choco?
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